This is a song about "The bay"

So, i begin to sip on mountain bay gay rum

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

But i'll hit you like tampa bay lightning struck

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Why i can't move away

Straight from my bombers bay

Sharp like dagon, from the bay

I swear i'm coming back one day

Building a fence, to keep the sexual tension at bay,

Me and my homieskick it like everyday

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And of course, my car's off course

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Where the influences lay at bay,